Page 8 of The Sweetest Devotion

“Kennedy,” I told him.

He looked down the way I’d come and back the way he’d traveled from. “Let me get this glass up before someone else gets in trouble. Here.” He clicked on the contact for his friend and handed the phone over as it started dialing out.

I took the phone and raised it to my ear as I went and leaned defeatedly against my Lexus.

The phone dialed out only shortly before it was picked up on the other end.

“What’s up wit’ it?” a man’s voice answered lazily.

“Uh, hello? My name is Kennedy, and I’m using your friend’s phone. I’m trying to get ahold of a mechanic.”

Over on his end, I heard him mumble, “Shit,” and seemingly sit up somewhere. “My fault. He gave you my direct line. But, uh, this is Keith, what seems to be the problem?”

I explained to him my dilemma and my location before hanging up and waiting against my car as Savon cleaned up the last of the glass.

I should’ve helped him, but heels and this short dress weren’t the makings of cleaning up glass from the street.

Savon was wiping dirt and grime off his hands as he came back over to me. “You get ahold of him?”

I handed his phone back. “Yeah, he’s on his way.”

Savon tucked his phone in his pocket. “You wanna wait with me in my truck until he gets here?”

He extended his hand and the sight of dirt had me cringing.

“I’ll wait in my own car, thanks.” I didn’t stay and hear his response before climbing back into my car and locking the door.

Savon returned to his Bronco. Despite my rejection, he stayed with me until his friend was coming our way fifteen minutes later.

Keith maneuvered his tow truck until he was facing the way he’d come in front of my Lexus, making it easier for him to get my car onto his ramp in the back.

Savon got out of his Bronco, so I followed suit and got out of my Lexus to speak with Keith. A good two hours had passed since I’d left my engagement party. I was positive my mother was livid in her search for me. I could only hope Cain was lividandchanging his mind about marrying me.

Keith got out of the truck, pulling the brim of his faded black baseball cap low as he came over to us. He wasn’t dressed in the cliché jumpsuit like I would’ve expected, but casually in a denim jacket, T-shirt, and jeans along with a pair of Timbs.

He looked at my car and came back to me. I was five-ten, and with the added boost from my heels, I wasn’t far off from reaching his height. I could see him beneath his baseball cap, and instantly I stepped back.

Keith had an angry face—albeit he was incredibly handsome, but still, he had a mean demeanor, making me nervous about approaching him. Nothing about his dark brown eyes and soft brown features said friendly. Where Cain read scary and ominous, this guy was more brooding and annoyed.

“Kennedy?” he asked as he tipped his head by way of a greeting toward me.

“Yes. Thanks for coming to the rescue,” I said with an awkward wave.

Keith looked to Savon for only a second before going and rounding my car. He came back to the blown-out tire and without another word he squatted down, taking in my damage.

“Good news?” his deep voice spoke up. “You’re only going to need to replace this one tire.”

It took me a moment to register what he’d said. The sound of his voice left me startled, because how could a man sound like that? God, his voice was deep. Sooo deep. He sounded tired and disinterested, but his voice held an undeniable vigor.

“You got it from here?” Savon asked, reminding me I wasn’t alone with Keith.

Keith peered over his shoulder at his friend and nodded.

“All right then. Offer still stands by the way,” Savon said, hinting at a conversation they’d had I wasn’t in on. He turned to me, bobbing his head and offering me a gentle smile. “He’s the best to do it. You’re in good hands.”

I supposed a man didn’t have to be smiling to be good at his job.

“Thank you,” I said, feeling my manners coming back. “For stopping and helping me.”

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